Scoring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSLS OTOT UDUD VLVL WXWX YCYC YPYPPhilip Larkin | A |
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Poets Larkin some of us became | B |
for no more reason than a face | C |
in a book or a strange name | B |
we recognized and learned to trace | C |
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through poetry anthologies | D |
we bought in second hand shops | E |
Your work never seemed to please | D |
anyone I knew but my bus stops | E |
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in the same sort of neighborhood | F |
a couple of bars a flower store | G |
a pharmacy where it's understood | F |
evening's the best time to score | G |
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and so I read about your rooms | H |
rented by the week your trips | I |
to Blackpool the dusty tombs | H |
in old churches the way strips | I |
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of wallpaper halfway falling | J |
from bathroom ceilings never | K |
let go entirely Calling | J |
myself a poet's not been a clever | K |
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thing to do but calling you one | L |
made me feel better sometimes | M |
I put the book down now done | L |
admiring your effacing rhymes | M |
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and pull the chain and think | N |
while pulling up my pants I'll | O |
duck around the corner for a drink | N |
and maybe some chick with style | O |
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will be there waiting for some guy | P |
I used to know and on the strength | Q |
of that I'll say hello and buy | P |
her a drink and down the length | Q |
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of the bar our reflections | R |
in the mirror won't seem half bad | S |
Unmarred by the imperfection | L |
of her waiting to be had | S |
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by someone else she'll smile | O |
and I'll slowly let my hand | T |
wander along her thigh while | O |
we converse she'll understand | T |
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it's nothing just another way | U |
to pass the time until the guy she's | D |
waiting for comes in today | U |
he's passed four scrips Her knees | D |
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shift properly and off they go | V |
to snort and sniff and make a run | L |
downtown to sell some reds They know | V |
I'm straight these days and not much fun | L |
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to be with anymore Most nights | W |
I end up sitting in my room | X |
reading a book with all the lights | W |
turned off but one a kind of gloom | X |
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I've almost grown accustomed to | Y |
Sometimes I think I see your face | C |
there in the shadows shot through | Y |
with nothingness and in no place | C |
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at all a state you always knew | Y |
you'd come to by and by | P |
empty and featureless and blue | Y |
and clearly not a kind of sky | P |
Jared Carter
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